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no more video :(

ATTENTION! I have declared that I quit in trying to get the most right puzzles becuase I'm too lazy to check the puzzles page everyday so I'll just go occasionally. -WESLEY

My country is China! If you look at a map it kinda looks like a rooster.

Hello! Yay I finally made a page :D :D :D s oooooooo... I'll add more later :D.d

no more cool link anymore either :(
 * sigh* I had to delete a lot of stuff on my page.

I hate how my pages ar e at the bottom. Just because they start with a W *sigh*

W's have an injustice they're always at the end same with X's Y's and Z's

Tell me what you think of my story so far ok?

=__STORY TIME__= "What was that?" asked a tall man in a black cloak with a strange symbol on the place where a pocket would be if there was one. "Hush Fonix. I will go check the perimeter. Stay here with Kronix," replied another man in the same cloak. Without making a sound, the man ran off into the dark forest ahead. As soon as he had disappeared into the dim foliage a shriek filled the air. "Wait here Fonix. Don't move. I'll go and find Grovin," said Kronix as he dashed off after Grovin. "Grovin, where are you?" questioned Kronix. "K-K-Kronix, run," croaked Grovin somewhere in the darkness. Kronix broke into a run, but it was too late. Fast as lighting an enormous claw erupted out of the dense bush and stabbed Kronix in the stomach. Pain flooded through him. Violet blood gushed out of his wound. Kronix collapsed on the floor and disappeared. "AAAAAHH!" screamed Kronis as he awoke from heavy slumber. a trickle of sweat rest on the side of his head. Light filtered through the exposed part of the window that was not obscured by the velvet drapes and washed over his shocked expression. Panting he go up and pulled apart the soft sheets that thwarted him from full illumination. Outside was his kingdom. Well his soon to be kingdom. His father Fonix was on his deathbed, or so the doctor had said. The great Fonix, uniter of the seven countries, dieing? "Impossible," he assured himself.He quickly dismissed the idea and without another thought he walked out of his room. The hall way was brightly lit. On the floor, was red carpet with gold lions on the fringe. "Good morning Kron-" BOOM! An explosion interrupted the butler's words. "Kronis, a Zeonox war fleet is on the horizon! We must prepare for battle," screamed a royal guard. Kronis's eyes widened. Then he dashed to the armory in the left wing of the palace.

"Lock your phase cannons to the nearest war ship men!" commanded Galakai, head general of Fonix's grand army. A series of clicks and whirs noted that Galakai's words had been heard. The cannons, several large panels that looked like satellites, turned to the ominous ships on the horizon. "Ready... FIRE!" Streaks of green emitted from the large disks and reflected of the thick hull of the ships. The ships abruptly stopped. "FINISH THEM!" screamed Galakai. Another volley of deadly gamma rays erupted into the sky. A sickly silence fell upon the great City of Grovin. "What's that gathering around the warships?" questioned one of the cannon operators as a thick, black cloud swarmed around the warships. "My god. RETREAT TO THE PALACE!" Galakai roared. The men abandoned their post and dashed off towards the royal palace. "What is this Galakai? Why are we fleeing?" asked Hontis, Galakai's son and the commander of the cannon operators. "I have only seen this once before. In the battle of the Great Valley, this event occurred. Our soldiers were annihilated." A shadow blanketed the soldiers, blotting out the blazing sun. "Keep moving!" commanded Galakai. Waves of panic pulsed through hoard of soldiers.

HOPED YOU LIKED MY OPENER! I will add to this story everyday (if i have time) well actually it's not just an opener now and also Kronix and Kronis are two different people I didn't accidentally spell Kronix wrong.

Hi Wesley, As a righter of wrongs, I have come to visit your W page. I like your story. Amidst all of the action, do you know what detail grabbed my attention? The golden lions on the fringe of the rug. Your story had shades, for me, of the other world in Mr. Manchester's book, "Willowyn." Mrs. M.

It's a nice story. This is such a cliffhanger! Please keep writing! -Anonymous #32 (that kinda' gives it away, huh?)